It's nearly a week since the funeral and i had to blog about it but never got the chance. I guess you're wondering why i would want to talk about a funeral, but the poem written for Noel was too beautiful not to be shared.

"God saw that you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you and He whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and slowly fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to preve to us, He only takes the best."